Born a son of the Hapes Cluster, where women rule as the dominant gender, Jynsama Marselles discovered at a young age how powerful a tongue could be. Family torn between the two sides of the galactic civil war, Jyn would eventually have to choose.

Physical Appearance: Being born a Hapan, a handsome people by nature, and of bronze skin, Jyn stands 5'11" tall weighs about 190 lb., jade green eyes, descriptive of his personality, and short blonde hair.

Armaments: Jyn like to be prepared to defend himself should one of his sniping holes ever be discovered, or he has to make a covered escape from enemy lines. He carries an X-95 sniper rifle, modified to Hapes standards, and a standard issue BlasTech BE-25 blaster, which he has tinkered to make far more accurate, and added a hair trigger.

Homeworld: Jade has never told anyone…

Before the time came for him to have to make his own way in life, as well a choose sides, while under the moral tutelage of his parents, Jyn learned that above all else personal pride, self esteem, and your own well thought out opinion were worth more than anything else in life. During his youth, Jyn's personality surfaced, revealing him to be secluded, a deep thinker and passionate about everything e set his heart to. In addition to being secluded and well thought out, Jyn his own acute moral sense, and fought fiercely to defend those he thought were being wronged and to be a voice for those he thought right. It was also discovered he had an amazing mind and memory, which probably was why he had a knack for sniping and was a very talented mechanic.

All this development happened under the watchful eye of his Grand Mother, his maternal grandmother. She often saw Jyn's father shining through him; she had never liked him, even that first time she met him with her daughter. She also despised his rogue opinions. How could she have an heir that thought nothing of respect to the Empire? Yet she simply could not get rid of him, he was her only heir.

While for the better part of childhood Jyn remained silent and normal about the ideas forming under the surface, as puberty rolled along, Te'Chasme found her grandson's open disgust for the Empire simply intolerable. She endeavored to have his parents punish him, but neither would, believing he had developed his opinion with the right amount of information, and so he couldn't be at fault.

With Jyn spouting his idea's openly throughout the family, many old hatreds began to again come alive, using the civil war issue as a trigger, and Jyn as the gunman. At the time, he didn't realize how serious the game he played was.

From even before he was born, Jyn's grandparents didn't like each other; in fact, they were polar opposites. His father's side was pro rebellion; his mother's favored the Empire. The marriage as only allowed because both sides saw the love their children had for each other and agreed to stop fighting over it. If push came to shove, Te'Chasme could just order the whole family into place, and command her family in good Imperial friendly style, but she hadn't yet. She had hoped that perhaps it would not be needed.

Bitter opposition stoked into an open flame, and the two families were all but feuding, their only tie was the marriage of Jyn's parents. But apparently the time had come for drastic measures, for no sooner had Jyn reached his majority, than he was ordered exile by his grandmother, Te'Chasme.

He had one last meal with his parents, and paternal grandparents, who supplied him with a ship, an X-wing modified to include the better part of Hapan standards, a sniper rifle, with a wink and a nudge to find his niche in life, a small prototype headset, a super sophisticated Holonet transceiver, which could store about six Holonet addresses in it's computer, which was stuffed in an electromonocle, with sensors in the IR, UV, and NVG capability. As he turned to face his parents, an R6 unit painted in the color that most accurately described him, for his personality, and striking eye color, jade, rolled to his side. Finally, he was presented with two X-wing sized storage compartments, one bearing clothes; the other stuffed with food.

"Go, my son," Jyn recalled his father saying," Find peace in your life, and never ever lose your pride."

" I love you," Hs mother was saying," Find a nice girl someday and settle down in peace, don't take up our fight forever."

With those last words, Jyn jumped in his cockpit, and blasted off out of the Hapes Cluster, now dangerous and deadly, that which he had once called home, now foreign and hostile doomed only to memory, and maybe one Holo of the world the way he had seen it as he was leaving, and headed out to contact the Rebel Alliance.